Moonlight kisses her brave like sorrow daring to squeeze out in tears drip, drip of the sea, stretching to reach her on the shore while he is away in open water how he longs for the woman he playfully called daughter and she playfully called him in turn --father secret love secret fetish She called him Daddy when his salty brine fingers wiggle between her sweat-soaked thighs And he called her ‘baby girl’ his baby girl Moo...

After my confession to Gabriel, the only star’s gravitation that pulled my life’s orbit was family. The kids married, got jobs, bought houses and blessed me with grandchildren. For seven years hubby and I traveled, not just to the San Francisco Bay Area, Los Angles, New York but Asia, Europe, South America. Life was good. A few grey hairs, so what? Nothing a hairdresser couldn't fix.Then came the warnings, hot and cold bu...

Parked in an Alameda Avenue bus stop, mind retching turned to dry heaves then sighs. I finally composed myself, restarted the car and drove back on the Alameda just as a bus arrived in my rear-view mirror to claim its space where I’d trespassed. The purpose of coming, to attend Santa Clara University's, Parent's Day, put me back to functional mode. At the University, I first attended Mass at its Mission, one of the twenty...

It had been a while since Sarah had a lover. She was aching to slip into something sexy and get a man going. She had been to a few clubs but found nobody that could fix her needs. That was until she arrived at work on Monday. Sarah was a copilot for a major airline. She entered the cockpit and met the Captain John. He was a good looking man. Tall, blonde hair, and a smile that would melt any girls heart. Like on any other...

Everyone knows someone like me. I was an outcast in highschool and all throughout my senior year, I was picked on by the popular kids, specially the jocks on the football team. You see, I was never really interested in the traditional sports. Baseball, basketball and football were all fun to watch, but I didn’t play them in school. Then one day when I was in junior high school, I flipped on the tv and saw a rugby match. I...

This story I’m about to tell you is a real one. My name is Ricardo and my story goes back to when I was 18 yo, an insignificant person, weird;  rather a short guy, but strong. 1.68 tall. Those high school chicks claimed I was very unattractive… horrible, nice and polite, though.  I was too skilful, capable, at  moving around without problems to flatter girls, court and finally conquer them. I liked to clown for them. Your...